"Michaaaaeellll," I whined, tugging at his sleeve.
"Annabelle go away I'm watching TV"
"Michael."
"Go away."
"Michael."
"FOR FUCKS SAKE BELLE," Michael sighed, clearly exasperated. He turned from his spot on the couch to face me.
"Play video games with me," I smirked wiggling my eyebrows.
"You're so immature Belle, did you know that," he questioned, ruffling my hair.
I stuck my tongue out at him.
"My god! You act like you're five!"
"Please, like you're more mature than me," I laughed, poking his cheek.
"Nope, I'm not. But that's why we work," he smiled, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and sloppily kissing my forehead.
"Ew I don't want your slobber on me," I complained, wiping my forehead with his hand.
"Boys don't really have cooties, you know that right?"
"COOTIES," I screamed running out from his arm and into his room, slamming the door behind me.
"Nooooo but I looovvvveee you belle," he dragged out, slamming his fists on the door.
"Save it, Clifford." I laughed hysterically as he continued pounding on the door.
"Belleeee," he dragged out, using the same nickname he's used since we were kids. I didn't reply, keeping my back pressed to the door.
"Annabelle I swear to god I will knock it down," he threatened.
"Okay, okay calm down there, tiger." I joked, opening the door.
As soon as I opened the door I was forcefully tackled and thrown down on his bed.
We both erupted into a fit of laughs until he began to speak.
"You locked me out of my own room, do you know what you get for that?"
He questioned, giving me his death glare.
I raised my eyebrows in reply.
"IT MEANS YOU GET TICKLED!"
And before a blink of the eye he had pinned me down and began tickling my sides.
"M-M-MICHAEL STOP," I cried out between laughs.
"Nope. Not until you apologize."
"OKAY OKAY-" I paused to laugh. "I'M SORRY I LOCKED YOU OUT OF YOUR ROOM."
"There you go, Belle," he sighed getting off me.
"Yeah whatever you lilac haired freak," I laughed, walking out of his room and into my own.
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A/N: sorry guys, this is just a filler. I wanted to show some of Michael and Annabelle's relationship. But seriously AW LOOK AT MIKEY AND BELLE THEY'RE SO CUTE
-Bri
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Fanfiction"I'm not here to give sympathy, and I'm sure as hell not here to give advice." He paused briefly, swiping some fallen pieces of his blonde hair back into place. "Besides, who's better to tell your problems to than a stranger?"
